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Post by One Winged Angel on Dec 6, 2008 17:17:47 GMT
What if? [/color][/u] What if?... the universal questio nof curiosity and wonderings. Created often ouf of pure ponderings, each sprouting from the desire to obtain knowledge, knowledge on the repurcussions of a single choice. One choice, each choice leading to dozens more, spiraling into infinite possibility. And you want to know the possibilities. What if? You know these questions, my friend. You've often asked them yourself haven't you? What if it was different? What if that hadn't hapened? What if that's not how the story went? Well tihs is your chance to find out. I know you've been wondering, What if we weren't the "good" guys. What if Tundra had really died? What if Tundra wasn't as innocent as she seems? What if HB didn't have a demon in his head? What if HB didn't save his daughter? What if Chris used a gun? What if Chris was not a power hungry killer(like that's ever going to happen)? What if Cho was evil? What if SD had chosen a different King? What if there was no Castle? What if there was no Golden Age?.... Well this RP will answer your questions. This RP will show us what could have been, how the story could have been different... What if?...
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Post by One Winged Angel on Dec 6, 2008 17:39:47 GMT
The sun was almost setting. Johnson knew that it was about an hour till dark from experience.
"Hurry up! We dont want to get caught out here after nightfall. Let's get to base!" he yelled out harshly to his troops.
Johnson was one the lieutenants of the Light Side. He didn't have the rank to lead more than a few dozen troops, but he was well liked by the higher ups... well in general really. Those in his troop were considered the luckier members of the Light Side.
He stood by the side of his passing troops, occasionally pushing some of the slower members to pick up the pace, when he noticed a certain woman who stood out from the rest, and it was not because of her silver hair. She seemed to hold an air of authority about her.. it seemed almost strange she was a mere grunt.
She was of average height and had shimmering silver hair. She had on a purple shirt, white pants and white cape. She had bright, sparkling blue eyes on, what Johnson thought, was a pretty face. Johnson himself was just a bit taler, with bleach blonde hair, and had pale gray eyes. He wore the standard Light Side lieutenant uniform, which in his opinion was quite uncomfortable. He strolled over, but another silver haired soldier stood in his way.
"Can I help you?" the soldier inquired mockingly "I supposed you dont know who you're talking to," "Actually I do..." "Then what are you doing obstructing the path of a commanding officer?" "I do not let someone who might hurt SD near," "Jason," the woman said, "It's fine, you're being overprotective," He reluctantly stepped aside, but kept watch.
"Thank you," Johnson said not to anyone in particular. "Hi... he said to her, feeling strangely awkward, "I just wanted to ask..." "Yes?" she said abruptly "How long have you been at the Light Side?"
It was at this piont that he noticed the handful of other soldiers who were with this woman. They had just started staring after his unprovoked question.
"All my life," she said after a moment of what seemed to be thinking on whether to answer or not. ""All your life? You mean since you were a child?" "No, my whole life." "How exactly does that happen? Oh, your parents were Light Siders?" "I don't think so... they could have, but I don't really know... they told me I was an orphan and left with the Light Side." "Oh..." "Yeah." "My best friend and I got caught p in a hostage situation, but when..." he stopped upon realizing exactly what he was doing. "Shoot, I didn't realize how long i've been here. I'll find you when we set up camp." he said as he walked away. "What don't you all understand by MOVE?"
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Tundra
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Tundra, you?re like the Swiss. You?ve got chocolate and everyone loves you.
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Post by Tundra on Dec 8, 2008 21:52:51 GMT
Tundra sat in the old log cabin, alone. The sun was setting and the glare irritated her as it shone arrogantly through the dirty window. She placed down her belt containing her pistol and knifes and opened the door. Nothing. So why was she on edge? She wasn't the person to get nervous, something was afoot, and nothing annoyed her more than things she didn't know. She stayed silent as she got into her nightclothes and locked the door tight. The forest was a dangerous area, and even though her cabin was in the middle of nowhere, bandits and merchants sometimes wandered across her path; much to her disgust... and their mistfortune. She sat upon the bed and picked up a tattered old bag that lay awkwardly upon the floor. Tundra quickly emptied it's contents onto the bed, turning it inside out to make sure no hidden items stayed unsearched. She grinned as she picked up a wallet full of money, discarding the photograph of it's owners family inside. Shoving the bag onto the floor, it's contents scattering everywhere, she laid back and counted the notes, content with her 'find'. "Well, that was a nice surprise don't you agree?" She quipped to the grey wolfskin rug upon the floor, bullethole through his head.
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Post by One Winged Angel on Dec 9, 2008 6:08:33 GMT
In the sinister, twisted realm known as the Underworld, a demon mother has just given birth to a child, yet this child was not a normal demon. He was special, in more ways than one.
"Let me see my baby," the mother commanded "Um... the doctor said, sounding worried, "Very well, let her have her dem.. child.."
The mother's eyes opened wide with horror. There was no way this could be happening, especialy to her. Her child looked human.
"No no no no no no no AGHHH!!" she screamed in frustration. 'I can't have this.... this won't do at all,"
She went out with her child into the wilderness of the Underworld to kill him. However, when it came time to do the deed, she couldn't; it was still her child.
So, she merely left him alone to die out there, and he would have, had he not been saved by another demon.
The demon to save him would be Lucifer, Ruler of the Underworld, and first of the Fallen. He was given word of a rebellion and was on his way to crush it when he stumbled upon the humanoid baby lying peacefully on the ground, as if it did not fear the death planned by his mother.
Lucifer normally would have destroyed the child out of disgust, or even had a servnt do it, then kill the servant so he would not have to touch it.
Lucifer, however, saw something when he looked into the child's blood red eyes. he saw potential to become great. He saw strength to last a thousand lifetimes. He saw pure power, which could grow infinitely. He saw, at long last, a suitable heir to his throne.
He immediately scooped the child up, and returned to his palace. He told one of his servants to instead send Baal and his army to quell the rebellion and give the child to another to care for. As soon as that child was able to stand, it would be trained to become a suitable Ruler.
When asked for a name for the child, Lucifer gave it a moment of thought before deciding that an unusual demon would require an unusual name.
"He is, from now on, Chris, Prince of the Underworld and heir to my throne,"
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Post by One Winged Angel on Dec 11, 2008 4:51:55 GMT
SD was eating her unappetizing soldier food. They had already set up base, just in time too. She was sitting around her group of friends, eating silently, when the man she met earlier walked up to them and sat down beside her.
"Hi," "Hi," she replied "... what are you eating?" he asked "The usual," she replied in a bored tone "Well if you're tired of 'the usual' then feel free to get some of the officers food in that tent, any of you," "Wait, why are we getting special treatment? Do you like me or something?" she asked. He turned ever so slightly pink. "No, it's not that. I just think that it's unfair that we give you guys such modest accomodations. When I joined the Light Side I thought I wuold be joining a wonderful group that everyone could join and make the world a better place. Let's just say I was a bit off in my assumptions. However, I do think that the Ligth Side is my family, and that we should all look out for each other. I do my best to extend my kindness and hope those I give it to take my example and spread it. Then we can really start helping people. I think, if I keep this up, I can get everyone thinking this way. I think I can change the Light Side."
And Johnson has adhered to this, philosophy, and kept this hsi highest priority in all fifteen years he's served the Light Side. He's always kept close to his soldiers, and when they needed something he listened. he treated those of lower rank as equals. He did the less popular jobs himself instead of forcing some underling to do it. And most importantly, he never leaves anyone behind.
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Tundra
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Post by Tundra on Dec 11, 2008 12:11:33 GMT
Tundra awoke with harsh sunlight beating down upon her face, her limbs ached terribly. She groaned.. "W-w-what?"She mumbled, as she slowly began to realise that she couldn't mover. "So you're finally awake." A cold voice in quiet monotone spoke. Tundra tried to open her eyes, her vision was blurred and the horror of realising that she'd been drugged slowly hit home. Her arms and legs were bound by think rope, eating into her pale skin. She was lying on the cold, damp morning grass, soaked to the skin, a man draped in robes sat upon a log; studying her closely. "W-who..are you?" She groaned as she managed to shuffle upright, so she could get a better look of where she was. They were in a glen, Tundra recognised it, as she used to visit it frequently as a child. "I'm not surprised you don't remember me, it's been a long time since you ran away..." His voice betrayed no emotion, but there was something about him that sparked a flicker of recognition in Tundra's memory.. "But I do find it interesting that you chose to remain in the forest so close to your old village, just far enough out of the way to stay out of sight.. and memory, but just close enough so you don't feel, now what was it- lonely?" "Shut up!" Tundra shouted angrily as he smirked, mocking her. She tried to wrestle with her bindings, but they were far to tight, and with every movement they dug in tighter. The man seemed to notice this. "I'm sorry I had to take so many precautions, but I hear you've got a bit of a reputation as an escape aritist." He walked over to her, his hooded robes covering his face, he knelt down in front of her and began to untie her legs. "I never thought that I'd be doing this.. especially not to you, I'm, I'm sorry." His voice was softer now, it's hard edge had gone and been replaced by something else; sadness. "But I had no choice, I'm sorry that I had to do it in such a cowardly fashion, I mean, drugging you isn't exactly the bravest of ways to capture somebody!" He chuckled and removed the last rope from her ankles, they were sore and bloody. Tundra looked down at the floor. "Life is not about bravery." She stated. The man tensed. "I suppose you're right in a sense, Greyfield." This time, Tundra tensed. How did he know her real name? How did he know where she lived, and how did he managed to drug her without her noticing? The cloaked man lifted his arms and removed his hood. "Oh."
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Post by Teh HB on Dec 11, 2008 21:22:08 GMT
Jason had backed off earlier, leaving SD to talk to Johnson. He felt guilty, but he knew she knew best...
Dammit... I should've stood up for her... She didn't have to answer that... Still, i'm glad I joined up and found her... I needed something good in my life, after what i've put up with...
He pulled off his white boots and laid on his bed. Everyone else was eating, but he often skipped a meal, just to spend some time alone, thinking.
"Damn..."
8 years ago... Aged 10
"What are you doing you little shit?"
No! Mommy's angry again! What did I do this time? I was just picking it up! The cat knocked it over and it broke! No no no no no!
"What the fuck did you do? WHAT DID YOU DO?"
A slap. A huge smack could be heard throughout the house, and if anybody cared, they would've heard faint sobbing.
"What are you crying for? You think that's bad? You haven't seen a proper punishment!"
She lifted the young child off the floor. Though he was becoming a big boy, his weight was lessened by malnourishment. She hoisted him up with ease, then threw him to the ground again. His head hit the floor and the room became blurred.
A sharp kick in the ribs.
More pain. More beatings.
No reason.
The present, age 18.
"Fuck..."
He put his arm over his eyes to guard from the light, and in this state he could still hear the smacks of his mother's hand against his face.
"I need a distraction..."
He got off the bed, and put his boots on again. More often than not, he would be able to think clearly. But not tonight. He wasn't hungry, but he would go to dinner.
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Post by One Winged Angel on Dec 16, 2008 4:07:17 GMT
Chris entered and took a quick glance around the shadowed room. He spotted a few instruments of torture hanging on the wall, and wondered to himself what a demon seeress would need them for. He cut his musings short and took a seat as the seeress motioned for him to sit down with a gnarled, bony hand.
"Ah yes, I was wondering when you would finally be sent to me. I've been looking forward to this moment." she said as she sat down opposite of Chris "Well I guess it's your lucky day then. Let's just get this over with."
The seeress said no more. She held out her unsightly hand and Chris grimaced as he put his hand in hers. The seeress' eyes lost focus and glowed a bright, deep green. Visions whirled around her skull as future events involving he young demon poured into her. She saw visions that most would call horros, but not they. She watched him tear through innocents trying to escape his bloody fury. It was obvious he was destined to become many times more powerful than he was now. She saw great demons bow before him. She then saw her slay them. She had to remember this when her visions were over. Then she saw him allying herself with a group of humans... how shameful she thought. Even more shameful was that she saw him with a human female. How disgusting. Not only does he look human, but he enjoys them too.
Chris who was watching the seeress noticed changes in her expression. First awe. Then wonder. Wonder became confusion, then disgust, which evolved to anger. But as soon as her face looked like she was going to strike him down, she got a new expression. Fear. Pure terror.
"No... No! Nooo!! Get away!!! No! It hurts!! Stooop!!" she screeched as screams escaped her mouth mixing with her words.
Her hands left Chris' and moved to her face.
"Make it stop... " she sobbed
Chris tried to get her arms away from her face but her claw-like fingers found her eyes and entered them. Chris moved back, slightly unnerved as he watched the seeress gouge her own eyes out.
"What... did you see?" Chris asked after the now pathetic seeress huddled into a corner, blind yet calming down. "Go... away. Get away from me..." she said. "Don't you dare come here again!" she said, gaining more confidence and slightly screaming that last one as an order. "Just leave.. and whatever you do, do not create an heir..." she said at last. She pointed to the door, signaling the end of his appointment, before breaking down again and sobbing, oblivious to the pain caused by the tears mixing with the bloody flesh of her now empty eyes.
Chris walked away, but not back to his master. He was going to find out exactly what she saw. He needed to know what could have caused a demon, save one as well respected as the seeress, to break down like a human faced with death. He was going to find out, because whatever it was, it was powerful. Powerful and evil.
Chris returned to his father's palace and entered the library. There he was greeted by the multi eyed demon residing as the librarian there.
"Ah, hello Chris, have you come to peruse the arcane section again?" "No, not this time. I need to know where i can find out about very powerful evil entity," "Oh, you want your father's biography?" the demon joked. Chris gave him a stare that sent shivers down even demonic spines... though the librarian had none. "I know just the book," he said "That's better," Chris replied as he followed the demon behind shelves of books. He was handed a book entitled "Origin of Evil" He went and sat down at a table and begun flipping through dusty pages. Somewhere after Lucifer's fall from grace and the birth of necromancy(Chris found it particularly hard to tear himself away from this section of demonic history), Chris found a prophesy made claiming the birth of a being of enormous strength and evil, the antichrist. Said to be born from the sexual union between a virgin girl and a demon, Chris realized that this must have been what the seeress saw. He was destined to father the antichrist. He knew there was a reason he was a demon born appearing human.
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Post by One Winged Angel on Dec 21, 2008 4:19:32 GMT
Chris went to the human world and entered a city that he was fond of, finding it one of the better human cities. He flew to the city of Atrum and mingled with the humans for a number of days, using his disfigurement to his advantage. He wandered around searching for a suitable, if there was such a human, woman to mother his child. After nearly a week he finally found someone halfway decent. The girl was named Nailah.
Chris spent the next weeks courting the girl. His plan was interrupted and almost ruined when a demon came from the Underworld sent by his father to find him. Chris immediately silenced him, with his sword, not his authority. No one could know about what he was doing. He could lose his respect in the Underworld or worse, be banished from it.
When Chris felt the time was right, at her home, he seduced her.
After the deed was done, Chris swiftly got up and left. Nailah sat up and asked where he was going. He didn't reply, but merely turned his head to the side to glance at her and gave her an evil grin and left. She could have sworn his eyes were red.
9 months later, Nailah is in the hospital giving birth. It is not that she wanted to keep the child; she didn't. But every attempt at having an abortion failed, and the fetus survived. Now she was here, giving life to an unwanted child, fathered by a vile, disgusting man.
Strange things began happening as the child neared being born. The sky darkened, the room became cold and there seemed to be things moving in the shadows... Those things turned out to be demons, drawn by the sudden massive surge of demonic energy. When the city was nearly pitch black and the child had finally been born, the demons came out of hiding and slaughtered the doctors in the room and advanced slowly towards the new mother.
Nailah was too exhausted to even cry out in fear, but something saved her. A dark shadow came up from the floor and circled around the bed Nailah and her child was in. It stopped at the foot of the bed and materialized into a black humanoid figure. A sinister voice rang out from it commanding the demons to bow to their future master, the newborn child. They bowed, and then, without warning, the figured raised a hand that grew massive claws that flowed like shadow and used it to rend the demons before turning to Nailah.
It raised its claw again, ready to strike a second time when something stirred in Nailah. She had put up with all this and now was going to be killed by whatever it was that thought itself her son.
"How dare you turn against me, the one who gave you life and brought you into this world?" she yelled out as loudly as she could, in her weakness. "Huh... Hmm... you surprise me, human, to stand up against the greatest evil to exist. Very well, i shall play along, for now. And by the way, I am fond of the name 'Vincent'."
And with that the demon disappeared into a thing black haze which drifted into the body of her newborn son, and the light and power returned to the city.
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Post by Teh HB on Jun 21, 2009 12:39:24 GMT
Dinner with the Light Side, a large gathering, exactly what I needed to get my mind off the past. It had been bad, but when I was with the others, I found myself more at peace. I'd been in the Light Side since I ran away from home when I was 12, and since I joined, I had found the one ray of light in my life. SD. She had been there with a smile and a game when I was younger, and now, just her company was enough to keep me happy. I would go to the ends of the earth for her...
I stepped out of my tent and walked over to the others. The leather boots that were standard issue with the Light Side army sometimes chafed me, so instead I walked in some shoes I had made myself, comfortable shoes that were soft on the feet, lined with rabbit fur, but only really good for a short while. I only ever wore them for dinner. They wouldn't be allowed in processions, and would be useless on a march, yet I always carried them with me.
I sat down next to SD, who was talking to Johnson. This time, he wasn't being rude, and she seemed happy with what he was saying.
"Hi SD..."
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Post by One Winged Angel on Jul 13, 2009 21:25:00 GMT
Nailah and her baby Vincent were let out of the hospital the next day. Her parents were driving her back home.
“So are we going to drop this baby at the orphanage now, or tomorrow?” her father asked. “What?! Why would we put him in an orphanage?” Nailah yelled “You mean you want to keep it now? After all the times you tried to have it aborted?” “Yes, things are different when you’re a mother. And Vincent is a he.” “Oh great, you’ve named it,” “HIM” “Dear, please try to understand. You know that we aren’t the wealthiest family in the world.” “That’s one way of putting it,” her father mumbled “We just can’t take care of a baby at this time,” “You won’t. I’ll take care of him. I’ll get a job and-” “Nailah, there’s no arguing, we are going to put it in an orphanage and that’s final.”
“IT’S NOT YOUR BABY AND FOR THE LAST TIME HE’S A BOY AND HIS NAME IS VINCENT,”
The argument between father and daughter was cut short when sirens blared out from behind them.
“Police?” Nailah’s mother asked “No. Light Side.” her father answered before stopping the car. A man dressed in a white uniform walked up to her father’s side. “Did I do something wrong?” “No, but I’m going to need to take your child into custody.” “What?!” Nailah said. “So you’re just going to take the kid off our hands?” “Erm, yes sir, we are.” “No you’re not!” Nailah yelled at them. The other Light Siders who had gotten out of their vehicle tried to take Vincent away from Nailah but she fought them off. “The mother of the child is not going to allow us to take the child without harm to it,” the leader said into a microphone in his collar. He listened to a reply in the speaker in his ear. “Yes sir. We are authorized to sedate the mother,” he told the men. One of them began heading back to their vehicle. “Hey, wait,” Nailah’s father said as he got out of the car, “You can take the kid but you can’t hurt my daughter.” The Light Sider picked him up singlehandedly and threw him to the floor. “Never, ever, speak to a Light Side officer like that ever again.”
The Light Sider who returned to the car had returned and expertly placed a dart into Nailah’s neck. The effect was almost immediate, and she slumped in her seat. They took both her and Vincent and returned to their vehicle and drove off.
Three years after being captured by the Light Side, Nailah and Vincent are still being held prisoner in a high security fortress. Vincent was never a talker though. He’d answer yes, or no to their questions, but always sit in his cell quiet as a mouse, still as a statue in his padded cell. Undoubtedly, the guards were unsure of what to do when he asked them a question.
“Where’s my mother?” “Did you hear that Joseph?” “I think it was from... The prisoner...”
They turned around and Vincent repeated his question, looking straight at them in the eyes through the small barred window in the door.
“Where is my mother?” Vincent asked. “Uhm.” Joseph said and looked at his friend. “We can’t tell you. Shit, we’re not even supposed to talk to you,” he said, remembering their briefings on guarding the child’s cell. “If you won’t tell me. Then I’ll have to find out for myself.” Vincent said, with frightening innocence.
The cell dimmed until it was impossible to see into it. The guards panicked, and put fired into the cell. Once their magazines had run out, hands of darkness reached out and pulled Joseph into the cell right through the bars. The other guard was frantically trying to shoot into the room, but eventually the light returned to it.. Vincent was standing in his straight jacket over the the mangled body of Joseph.
“So she’s in this building...” Vincent said. He turned his head up to the other guard “Open the door, and I’ll spare you.” The guard hesitated, but opened the door. Vincent stepped out of the door, and took in the feeling of freedom. He looked up at the guard, grinned, then broke free of the straight jacket. His nails grew into claws that he slashed at the guard with, tearing into the flesh on his chest.
“You said you’d spare me!” the guard said as he fell to the floor in pain. “You’ll survive... If you can get medical attention soon.” Vincent said as he walked away. He then called back. “And watch out for your friend Joseph.” “Joseph?” the guard said as he struggled to stand up and looked inside the cell. Joseph stood up, despite his disfigured legs and broken skull. He growled at his former friend and leapt at him, tearing at his flesh.
Vincent walked down the halls and made it to another guarded door specifically placed there to block his escape, if he ever did. Which he was. The guards were on the other side of the door and watched him approach through a camera.
“Open the door and you will be spared” “Not going to happen,” “I strongly suggest you open the door,” “I’m not opening this door, and you’re not going to get through, it’s a foot of solid steel”
Vincent sighed, and the guards watched as he dissolved into wisps of darkness that flew straight through the steel and reassembled into Vincent as he got to the other side. The moment he was complete, Vincent’s nails turned into claws again and he stabbed them into the guard on his right’s chest. He closed his fist around his lower rib and raised him up straight over his head.
“I told you to open the door, but I guess none of you are smart enough to take the damn hint,” Vincent told him before slamming him head first into the cement floor. The other guard, who was frantically shooting at Vincent as he held his fellow guard up was horrified to see that his bullets just disappeared as they reached the child. Vincent looked at him, pointed his open hand at him, then closed it in a fist and crushed the guard.
Alarms sounded as Vincent was halfway down the next hall and a door ahead of him opened and half a dozen soldiers entered with automatic rifles. Once they were in formation, they all fired at Vincent. He stood there motionless, the bullets disappearing into nothingness.
When the firing had ceased, Vincent raised his hand until it was level with his head, then pointed his finger at the soldiers. The guards that he had recently slain leapt up and attacked the soldiers like animals, tearing at their flesh with their bare hands despite being grotesquely crippled. When the soldiers defeated the guards, all of them were wounded, and one of them was about to die. They looked back up, but couldn’t find Vincent.
A cloud of black wisps descended through the ceiling before them. They tried firing at it, but they were either missing the wisps, or they weren’t having any effect at all. The blackness swirled around them for a minute before diving in and flying through them all, putting more holes in them than swiss cheese. As the last one died, Vincent reformed and walked through the next door.
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